Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“All of it?” I hadn’t heard that part of the mentor program. I was surprised. And not prepared.

Jessie nodded. “We will sit in class and observe, but we can help with anything you need. Anything.”

“Oh. All right. Thank you.” I looked at each of them before walking inside.

“Nice to meet you,” they echoed behind me.

I felt unnerved. There were parts of this program that didn’t make sense to me. How was I supposed to be a mentor, when I was still getting my own footing? How could I guide and lead when I needed my own person?

Students were mumbling to each other and setting up their tablets and laptops when I walked in the room. Luckily, it was a small auditorium. I took a few seconds to unload the materials I had prepared and slow down.

I only needed a few brief seconds to frame my perspective. I remembered my first day in law school. I didn’t know the professors’ backgrounds or where they attended school. I didn’t know how old they were or how m

any years they had practiced law. Later, I found out some of them never had. It didn’t matter. I was too wrapped up in my own journey. My own reasons for being there.

And I was 99 percent sure these students had the same approach. They didn’t care about anything that had happened to me before I crossed that threshold. They had one motivation: pass law school. As long as I helped them do that, the rest was just interference.

I exhaled and smiled.

“Good morning.” I gathered the syllabi in my arms and walked toward the first row. “I’m Professor Charles. Welcome to your introductory trial class.”

I counted out the sheets and passed them to a student on the end.

“Don’t worry. The syllabus is also online, but sometimes it’s nice to have something you can reference if you need to make notes.”

I walked to the second step and counted another section.

“Let’s get started with the expectations for the semester and then you’ll have a chance to ask questions about the papers and exams.”

I walked to the front of the auditorium. Jessie and Gregory both smiled.

I realized there was something empowering about having all eyes on me. They weren’t intimidating. They were listening.

“Please look at page one.”

Chapter 7

The next week I walked into the office and Addie adjusted her glasses to the brim of her nose. It had taken her three days to return to work. She said she caught a nasty stomach bug. In those three days, I managed to set a record for the most clients seen at the clinic. Not to mention, I brought her mentees onto my team while she was out. They had no one to help them. It felt as if I were running my own law firm. A very mini-non-profit law firm. But I loved it.

Addie did not.

“Meg says you have the files on Haskins, Tate, and Bomstand.”

“Good morning.” I smiled. “Yes, I have those. Do you need them?”

“They are supposed to be my cases, so yes.”

I walked behind my desk and opened the top filing cabinet. “I thought maybe since you missed the first meetings you would be ok with me working on those. There are plenty more out there, Addie.”

She held her palm out to me. She wasn’t the kind of woman who discussed things. She didn’t chit-chat. She didn’t share personal stories. There was no morning coffee together, like I had with Meg.

“I was only trying to help.” I placed the files in her hands and she swiveled in her chair.

My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen and saw my favorite picture of my brother flash.

“I’m going to take this outside,” I announced. “I’ll be right back.”

I wanted her to go easy on the students. It wasn’t their fault she had been out with a stomach virus.